Today was a bad day with the potential to be an amazing day. We headed to the 24th of July parade. Fun right? Right! But then we get there and the house we stopped in front of had this little Big Wheel and Peyson thought he should be able to play with it. NOPE. Sorry. Then since he can't listen well he has to come sit down. But darn...the ground is hard so he doesn't want to sit. So where can he lay? Sorry dude...no blankets...no such thing as soft sidewalk...just deal. Then "I want the parade...where is the parade? I don't see it..." HOLY MOLY! Just chill! Then this kid has no idea what to do when candy is being thrown at him. When it is sitting at his feet he just looks down and stares...but when only on piece comes flying and the kid next to us gets it first it is, of course, the end of the world.
After the parade we went to the park for some fun games. There were lines of course and this 3 year old...especially MY 3 year old does not know patience! More whining. Boy oh Boy!
And oh...do not tell him it is time to go home because all. the. way. home. I will hear how much he does not want to go home. Then that he wants to BE home. Then can I ride on the stroller? No. More whining. Boy oh Boy! Can we say nap time?
But then as we are nearing the last corner to home, our super cool friend stops and invites Peyson to her daughters birthday party. Fun right? Right! It will be during nap time but I am thinking sending him there for 2 hours sounds better than fighting him to take a nap. So of course he is going.
So we get home with an hour until the party and remember this patient kid? Ya...not cool that he can't go THIS VERY MINUTE! So I ask him a thousand times if he wants a sandwich for lunch. No...I'm not hungry. No I don't want food. I want to go to the party!!! Oh wait...you didn't make me lunch? I want lunch! Oh ok...cuz you just told me repeatedly that you didn't want lunch! Fine...eat this stupid sandwich!
Those two hours were heavenly. Shopping...without my major pain of the day...nuff said. Then it's time to pick up the little devil and guess what...let me slide one more time...oh one more time again...oh wait...again and again and again. LET'S GO ALREADY!
He finally crashes during a movie with popcorn...but when he wakes up...and his movie is shut off because he fell asleep...freak out. Of course. But now it is time for dinner and then a bath and then bed. More freak out. I don't want dinner. I'm not hungry. Oh what? Ainslee just fell asleep after an afternoon of cranky teething? Oh you WANT me to cry so loud it wakes her up? No I don't want to cry in my room. I want to cry where the whole wide world can hear me. Oh wait...am I supposed to go potty in the toilet? Because I didn't. Ya...now will you change me? Because I know you love to clean up potty messes. I know you do!
Can I throw him out the window? Just kidding...kinda...
Our one moment of calm was Family Home Evening. I'm glad I went through with that tonight. But wait...the crazy picked up as soon as it was over. Why do I have to brush my teeth? I don't want to brush my teeth! Oh because remember you just had 16 teeth capped? Ya...you don't need to ruin your fake teeth! We are brushing your stinkin teeth! Then story and prayers and a song and the end. FINALLY!
I had to go for a walk to calm the boil in my blood. I wasn't quite ready to come back when I did...but at least the kids were in bed. I did some cleaning to easy my mind. I think I am ready for bed...and maybe tomorrow will be a better day. And for sure...we will all be having a NAP because darn it...nobody is happy without one!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
People Are Good
In our world today, it seems Satan's influence is much more prevalent than that of our Father in Heaven. The news is mostly made up of sad, disturbing crimes and heart ache. Even within our selves evil surfaces all too often. At times we allow ourselves to become offended or hurt. But it is really a wasted emotion because we don't know motives behind situations or good intentions that get left behind. But when we spend our time placing judgement on others we don't have time to even look for the good. We can't see anything other than what we want to see. And most of the time what we want to see is not the full story...it is not the truth. Our eyes are clouded by Satan's power, making it that much stronger. Allowing it to take over our lives, our thoughts, our feelings.
In my world...my teeny tiny world...I understand that reality. I have lived it, just like anybody else. The influences of evil are everywhere. But aside from bad decisions and heart breaking consequences, under all that, people are good. People are GOOD!
In my world, God's angels are everywhere. My prayers are answered through the actions of others. In this trying time, me playing the role of a single mother, my husband far too many miles away for far too long, God's angels are taking care of me. They are in a phone call from a friend, a message from a kind and thoughtful cousin, neighbors, neighbor's children(friends!), people I see at church but don't know well, people willing to serve. People, living worthy for the Spirit's presence in their lives, people listening to the Spirit's promptings, but not just listening, acting. People...just people...people being good, doing good. Amid life's chaos, schedules and vacations and responsibility and the well being of their own families, they are making sure I am ok. They are serving me and my children. And they are serving with smiles and love and kindness. Angels. People.
There is still good in this world. And good is everywhere. When we are too busy judging we are too busy to love. But when we give the benefit of the doubt, we see good. I am trying harder to see through loving eyes. I pray that my efforts can be as big a blessing to others as others' efforts have been a blessing to me.
In my world...my teeny tiny world...I understand that reality. I have lived it, just like anybody else. The influences of evil are everywhere. But aside from bad decisions and heart breaking consequences, under all that, people are good. People are GOOD!
In my world, God's angels are everywhere. My prayers are answered through the actions of others. In this trying time, me playing the role of a single mother, my husband far too many miles away for far too long, God's angels are taking care of me. They are in a phone call from a friend, a message from a kind and thoughtful cousin, neighbors, neighbor's children(friends!), people I see at church but don't know well, people willing to serve. People, living worthy for the Spirit's presence in their lives, people listening to the Spirit's promptings, but not just listening, acting. People...just people...people being good, doing good. Amid life's chaos, schedules and vacations and responsibility and the well being of their own families, they are making sure I am ok. They are serving me and my children. And they are serving with smiles and love and kindness. Angels. People.
There is still good in this world. And good is everywhere. When we are too busy judging we are too busy to love. But when we give the benefit of the doubt, we see good. I am trying harder to see through loving eyes. I pray that my efforts can be as big a blessing to others as others' efforts have been a blessing to me.
Monday, July 11, 2011
An Emotional Mess
This morning I woke up to "mommy...i bwoke the west of the chain...so dawin can come today!"
Back up: Peyson loves his uncle Dallin. And it is the end of the world when we have to say good bye. And so last time we left him we had to make a chain of the days until we would see him again.
And so now that the chain is all gone...Dallin can come right? That makes it time for him to come right? Unfortunately a 3 year old cannot grasp the sense of time.
So when I told him, no, Dallin would not be coming today and no, don't open the curtains because you will not see him, it was tear city for the next 15 minutes straight. And then he came to me with his sad little face and his little blanket and I held him for the next 10 minutes. And then another outbreak came. So...we drew a picture and wrote a little note and sent it in the mail.
Then we got a picture text from Grandma...guess who else is excited to see Peyson? Guess who else made a chain? And so for the rest of the morning Peyson carried around my phone looking at his uncle and his chain. He kept asking...is it still 8 more days? Mommy, is it still 8 more days or no? Mommy is it 8 days still? And then that wasn't enough. More "i need my dawin...!" FOR! REAL! This momma can only be sympathetic for so long (3 hours is fair right?). Then it is just ridiculous! So I sent him to his room. Just last night I had to tape a picture of Dallin to his wall by his bed so he could go to sleep not being so lonely. He went and cried a little while longer...then crying turned to singing or something like it...then I realized I couldn't hear anything. So I went in to check on him and this is what I found.
Poor kid looking at his Dallin until he fell asleep. Not even noon!
Poor kid. Poor kid.
Back up: Peyson loves his uncle Dallin. And it is the end of the world when we have to say good bye. And so last time we left him we had to make a chain of the days until we would see him again.
And so now that the chain is all gone...Dallin can come right? That makes it time for him to come right? Unfortunately a 3 year old cannot grasp the sense of time.
So when I told him, no, Dallin would not be coming today and no, don't open the curtains because you will not see him, it was tear city for the next 15 minutes straight. And then he came to me with his sad little face and his little blanket and I held him for the next 10 minutes. And then another outbreak came. So...we drew a picture and wrote a little note and sent it in the mail.
Then we got a picture text from Grandma...guess who else is excited to see Peyson? Guess who else made a chain? And so for the rest of the morning Peyson carried around my phone looking at his uncle and his chain. He kept asking...is it still 8 more days? Mommy, is it still 8 more days or no? Mommy is it 8 days still? And then that wasn't enough. More "i need my dawin...!" FOR! REAL! This momma can only be sympathetic for so long (3 hours is fair right?). Then it is just ridiculous! So I sent him to his room. Just last night I had to tape a picture of Dallin to his wall by his bed so he could go to sleep not being so lonely. He went and cried a little while longer...then crying turned to singing or something like it...then I realized I couldn't hear anything. So I went in to check on him and this is what I found.
Poor kid looking at his Dallin until he fell asleep. Not even noon!
Poor kid. Poor kid.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Look Who's 4 Months Old
Our cute little busy baby
A trip to the zoo.
Tried the Johny Jump Up
(What's this?...mmm...tastes good!...get me outta hear!)
We love family picnics in the back yard!
Lovin Daddy
Big Girl
What a doll!
My First Tooth
Love My Big Brother!
Yep...I'm Cute!
Our Little 4 Month Old Princess 
Sunday, July 3, 2011
A Week Before He's Gone
Derek is on his way to Michigan for out rotations. The thought is very gloomy. If I can stay busy, if I can keep us busy, we will be ok. I would have liked our week before he left to be a little less busy...no board study...no boards...and more us time. So we used as much available time as we had to enjoy each other before our ridiculously long stay away.
While Derek was spitting out way too much information that some how fits into his head...to prove he is smart...for 8 hours...we played with Stephanie and Henry. That is always a good time...always therapy...always a pick me up!
A fishing trip with Great Grandpa Walt and Grandpa Joel is always a good time. Well...that's what they say...I'm so not into the whole fishing all. day. long. thing...but the guys have a ball.
And guess who got a tooth?
Our last two nights together were spent waiting for dark to come so we could do a little bit of this...
Our days will be long...lots of tears will fall...mamma's knees will be worn rugged...but some how we do what we have to do. Only through miracles and the grace of God's love and comfort.
While Derek was spitting out way too much information that some how fits into his head...to prove he is smart...for 8 hours...we played with Stephanie and Henry. That is always a good time...always therapy...always a pick me up!
A fishing trip with Great Grandpa Walt and Grandpa Joel is always a good time. Well...that's what they say...I'm so not into the whole fishing all. day. long. thing...but the guys have a ball.
And guess who got a tooth?
Our last two nights together were spent waiting for dark to come so we could do a little bit of this...
Our days will be long...lots of tears will fall...mamma's knees will be worn rugged...but some how we do what we have to do. Only through miracles and the grace of God's love and comfort.
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